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			<title>lemon gas</title>
			<description>watchthe road,watch the road!you swearing wervingson of a finch!balloon tank me to another planet,where you&amp;rsquo;re the odd species,and like always you prey yourself &quot;tiregrind my f*****g c**k,be the lone 19 year old all over again &quot;..</description>
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			<title>forest</title>
			<description>weburned the old barn downwithour lighters,thatwe stole from the gas station.&amp;nbsp;theashes danced wildly,undera half moonexcitedby flames.&amp;nbsp;recklessand filled with youththisworld couldn&amp;rsquo;t containour..</description>
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			<title>how our sex only brought excitement</title>
			<description>you were my world,I loved youwith a full heart.&amp;nbsp;I felt your pain,as you shook wildon my bedroom floor.&amp;nbsp;you took too much.I watched helpless,as you lay helpless.&amp;nbsp;you were so beautifulbut when you cried,..</description>
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			<title>shadow</title>
			<description>let this be our secretmy kiss on your cheek.let me be your lover,and fight your shadows,so nothing stalks youexcept me.</description>
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			<title>tuesday</title>
			<description>we slammed drinksin a half lit baron the Tuesday night,we called our Friday.no one danced,it wasn&amp;rsquo;t that sort of scene.the drinks went down better without musicwithout noise.you couldn&amp;rsquo;t see out into the world &quot;no window.all you could imagineis thisto be your truth,and your happiness.</description>
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